Tides

I just want to melt away with you
The night is young, so much that we could do
Playing trumpet floorin pedals
Im an angel who love devils
Shorty hits the angles and pretends to be a rebel
Coast line trek by the moonlight over pebbles
I walked the whole way so i could come and count your freckles
Stupid
Yeah I'm goin silly
Im daydreaming bout jilly while im driving to the city
going bout 150 so i Might as well text and drive
If i end up RIP I died a troubled guy
Like why couldn't we meet in the middle july
When we had so much time
But we didnt
So i keep on keepin on making music eatin spinach
Lose it for a minute
Recenter myself with the memories i visit
In and out of days then i feel like ive been hit
Is this really the place for which i tried to get a ticket
Is this really the face to which i get to be singin, like
I just want to melt away with you
The night is young, so much that we could do